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november47 - lonely @ the-top lyrics

verse 1

i used to make drums out of coffee cans
made a whole lotta racket – made my momma mad
she said, “you gone have to go outside. ‘been workin’ all day need some peace & quiet!”
i had big dreams, big imagination
anything creative was a fascination
i was into planes, trains, and planets
life was the paint and my mind was the canvas

didn’t care about school at all
didn’t pay attention in cl-ss i used to draw
or daydream about the future
in my mind i was a hero – super
what’s education when i got a lot of talent?
f-ck graduation!
i graduated but it wasn’t like i gave a d-mn
it wasn’t like i had a choice thanks to uncle sam (u.s.)
i used to tell people…

“one day i’ma make it big. somebody better tell ‘em i’m a talented kid!”
didn’t have a clue what i would do, though
it seems like the future was so long ago
things change with time but i didn’t
still the same old drummer, beat different
i left a whole lotta sh-t behind and somewhere in the midst must be my mind
‘cause i’m gone…

chorus 1

if you wanna know where i am, you can find me in the sky
i’m soaring like an eagle and i’m just p-ssing by
whenever i look below i see so many people from the top
it’s lonely at the top
it’s lonely at the top
take me where the wind blows so i can spread my wings
i’m soaring like an eagle and i can see everything
whenever i look around i don’t see many people at the top
it’s lonely at the top
it’s lonely at the top

rap

lately i been isolated at my lat-tude
until i’m joined by my inner demons after i had me a gl-ss or two
i tried college but i quit after a cl-ss or two
momma said i’ll never smell the rose with that stanky -ss att-tude
luckily i stashed a few dose in the back room

off white snow, not to be confused with macaroon
off white child with the views – langston huges
off white hues on his shoe strings and loose
off white smile – frown cause he ain’t amused
by the tainted views of the sainted few who claim danger looms
so smoke paints his rooom
now his anger brews and gangs persue him
hopin that he entertains the brainless dudes
thinkin that the chains and whips the same as cool
when they ain’t been cool since abe lincoln’s rule

f-ck you n-gg-s talkin bout you need a reservation for my elevation
no more hesitation – like a sinner’s hospital, we been h-lla patient
shout out to the delegation, we put everything on our reputation
and i ain’t talkin laceration when i say “we bout to have a h-ll of a cell-abration”

chorus x2

- november47 lyrics

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